"Why are your procedures so complicated?" A witch complained, holding the parchment and going crazy.
The goblin on the high chair behind the counter smiled and nodded, "We will have a serious discussion about the issues you have responded to."
Only then did the witch calm down a little bit of her anger.
Anton watched curiously not far away, and saw that the goblin who received him gave him a key and an oil lamp, "Sir, the formalities are completed, let's go to the vault."
"?" Anton looked at the witch curiously, "I don't need to fill out the form like her?"
The goblin looked at Anton's hair again, and said sincerely and kindly, "Some people are privileged."
Anton finally came to his senses.
With her platinum-blond red hair and a face that looks a bit like Ron, could she really be a relative of the Weasley family?
Pure blood family?
These goblins did not monopolize the finances of the wizarding world, but set up this bank to serve wizards. They looked the same, but their actual status was completely different.
Especially to those at the top of the Wizarding Pyramid, these goblins might not look too different from house-elves.
No matter how unwilling the goblins are, submission is submission.
Anton raised his eyebrows, "Lead the way."
A pure-blood family doesn't represent anything. There are no real nobles in the wizarding world, and there aren't many pure-blood families that really get along well. The Weasley family is just relying on the hard work of a small civil servant to support a large family.
He is not interested in his body or bloodline.
Laozi is from a florist.
But it's a good name!
No need, no need, the more arrogant Anton is, the more humble that goblin's expression is visible to the naked eye.
Walking through a narrow stone corridor, sitting in a small cart, rushed forward along the small railway track.
Spin, tumble, drift...
It was a bad experience like a roller coaster, which made people feel nauseous.
Finally, they stopped in front of a fire dragon.
"Dear little wizard, Griphook has selected a good vault for you. It occupies a small area, and it is very suitable for a little wizard like you who desires to be independent..."
The goblin chattered a lot in his ears attentively.
Anton just stared at the huge fire dragon.
Such a colossal creature curled up in the middle of the passage, and its body trembled like a hill while breathing, which made people feel a kind of creepy fear.
"The fire dragon guards the most important treasury, and Griphook is looking forward to the little wizard being able to build a luxurious and huge treasury in it when he becomes an adult." The goblin Griphook continued to chatter beside his ear.
Anton nodded and looked away.
"Then what is my vault now?"
"Second to the most important vault, this is the best location Griphook can think of." The goblin smiled and pointed to a gate beside Fire Dragon.
"Here you will experience an unprecedented sense of security."
"Sparrow food." Anton nodded in admiration.
So Griphook the goblin laughed even more.
It took the key from Anton, and after a complicated operation, the door opened, "You can go in to store items. Without your permission, goblins are not allowed to enter the vault. I will wait at the door."
Compared with the meticulous attitude of the goblin and the huge metal door, the inside of the vault is pitifully small.
It was less than five square meters, smaller than the toilet in the single apartment that Anton rented in his previous life.
The height is not high, less than three meters.
Except for the gate, some grids were cut into the stone walls on each of the three walls as shelves, which was extremely simple.
Apparently, goblins only provide services other than all practical benefits.
Anton thought for a while, walked out and explained to the goblin, "I may need some time to clean up.
"The goblin obviously doesn't mind," you please. "
The suitcase of the Untraceable Stretching Curse is not permanent. Anton once helped the old wizard move all the contents out so that the old wizard could cast spells to strengthen it.
But Anton doesn't know this kind of spells. If the spell failure box bursts open, the bottles and jars that store the potion materials in it may be damaged.
It doesn't take long for some things to be damaged or even burn when exposed to the air.
Like ants moving house, every bit of potion material was placed on the shelf.
The old wizard's lifetime savings, there are too many top-quality materials that cannot be found on the market, Anton is tired and happy.
Thanks to the old wizard's miser's collection addiction, there are too many things Anton doesn't know in the depths of the trunk shelf.
There are two types of things for old wizards.
Potion ingredients.
Books and research materials.
But obviously the old wizard wouldn't store the most basic magic books in the box, just like a university professor wouldn't keep the first-grade textbooks in his study.
Anton can't understand most of them.
Research on potions of 'wizard eyes', 'magic images' of various magics observed after application of 'wizard eyes'.
These two parts accounted for almost 90%.
Anton rummaged through it, and finally there was only "The Great Alex Fiennes' Apprentice Journey" that he found at the beginning.
"..."
Anton rubbed it for a while, finally lifted off the wizard robe, and stuffed the magic book into his messenger bag.
After emptying the suitcase, there was only a broken bed and the old wizard's body left inside.
Anton looked at the old wizard and pursed his lips.
Not only did the old wizard abuse him, but if it weren't for his amazing physique, Lupine might be in the state he is in now.
No.
Probably dead long ago.
Although he is no longer afraid of corpses after having experienced a lot, Anton still feels panicked.
It is planned to sell the suitcase after the corpse is disposed of.
The gold galleons were neatly arranged in the small grid on the wall, and he only counted 100 gold galleons from inside.
Put it in the dirty cloth bag Hagrid gave, and lifted it, not to mention, it was a bit heavy.
He couldn't come to Gringotts every day to withdraw money.
These gold coins are enough for my next expenses.
"It seems that we need to buy another messenger bag for gold coins." Anton came out, planning secretly.
The goblin Griphook obviously sensed his needs, and after returning to the ground hall, he specially found a bronze pendant.
"This is a goblin wallet, made with the unique magic of goblins, you can put coins in it without feeling its weight."
"Of course, it's limited. You can store up to 100 metal coins, whether you put gold galleons or copper nats."
Anton took it, curiously took out a gold Galleon and put it on top.
Gold Gallon flickered and disappeared, and a golden Arabic numeral appeared on the bronze medal: one.
"Isn't this the Untraceable Stretching Curse specifically for gold coins?" Anton flipped the bronze medal curiously, and looked at the goblin Griphook in surprise.
"No, no, no." Griphook the goblin waved his hands in a panic, "The Untraceable Stretching Curse is banned by the Ministry of Magic, it's a magic unique to us goblins."
"I understand~" Anton said in a long voice, shaking the bronze medal in his hand, "Then are there any small backpacks or bags made by this kind of magic?"
The goblin Griphook shook his head again, "Sir, because of the similar effect to the Untraceable Stretching Curse, alchemy items in this area are not allowed to circulate, and we at Gringotts have no way to provide them."
"Okay." Anton shrugged.
He put Hagrid's greasy, dirty cloth bag on the table, patiently took out Galleons from it, and put them in one by one.
But at this moment, the goblin Griphook let out a scream.
Then he ran out in a panic, and came in with an old goblin.
The old goblin looked at the cloth bag carefully with a magnifying glass with many metal parts, and exclaimed, "Unicorn hair, purely handmade!"
Griphook looked at Anton in shock, "My vision is not wrong!"
Anton was dumbfounded.
He knew that Hagrid was an invisible rich man.
But it's so inhumane to be so inhumane.
The old goblin took out a piece of wool that was obviously about to fall off from the rag bag, and exclaimed, "This one can be used to make a magic wand."
Anton looked at the two goblins who became more and more respectful, and the corner of his mouth twitched.